Sleepy Cramps | B.c.

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pairing: toxic bf!jeongin x afab!reader

genre: angst angst angst

warnings: very toxic relationship, breakup, crying, cursing, screaming, fighting verbally, jeongin is very mean, so long because I can’t seem to shut up!

a/n: I’m back! I hope to be more active here! I hope you like it <3

now playing: for you by delaney bailey

You looked at Jeongin as he said his goodbyes to the rest of the people in your home. He looked so happy with them, but as soon as he left them, he became someone else. But it was honest your fault, you made him mad. You kinda wished you were one of his friends, but unfortunately you had to know your place.

You jokes around with the guests that were left but none of them laughed. You’re getting too comfortable in your skin again. It was your fault to embarrass yourself like that. You should have listened to him, it was your fault.

Jeongin looked at you while you simply stay quiet, like he wanted you to. Like he’d taught you to.

You stared at him, hoping he’s come to kiss you passionately, hoping he’d hug you, hoping he’s just say something. But he didn’t. As always.

You wanted to talk, you wanted to scream and yell at him but you couldn’t. You just stifled your voice again. But you wanted to talk to him. You liked talking to him. Well, actually, you liked when he used to talk to you. But it was your fault that he didn’t do it anymore. You weren’t that fun to talk to.

“The party was nice, wasn’t it?” you whispered, afraid your boyfriend would scream at you. But surprisingly, he didn’t.

“Yeah” he answered, grabbing his phone and sitting on the sofa, not even looking at you. “Just don’t joke like that again. It’s embarrassing”

You felt a wave of shame hit you like a truck. Embarrassment, even pity for yourself. Your cheeks started reddening, wanting to cry, but you laughed awkwardly at yourself instead of letting him know he had hit you where it hurt.

“Yeah, i know” you breathed out, you then walked to the couch and sat next to him. You still wanted to talk to him. You always did. “Han and Seungmin look fun to be around”

“Yeah” he repeated. He wasn’t even listening to you. He never did. Unlike you, you always paid attention to every single little thing he did or said, any sign, just anything. You truly loved him, but did he love you too? It was honestly your fault if he didn’t, because you didn’t even do anything for him to love you. Or that was what he always said.

“And-“ you couldn’t even finish the sentence. He looked up to you and you were met with his angry eyes. He was always angry at you. No matter what you did to make him happy, he always found something to be mad about.

“Can’t you just stop talking?” he said harshly. He had hurt your feelings. He always did. But it was honestly your fault, because you always let him.

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you didn’t even notice. You were so used to him making you cry, but it was okay, because it was your fault for being so sensitive.

“Yeah, I’ll go to sleep” you sighed, standing up.

“Good.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Two weeks later, nothing had changed. You didn’t expect it to, to be honest. It was your fault, though, because you always made him mad.

Your friends had told you so many times to leave him, saying he was hurting you, but you never listened to them. You loved him like a dog. How could you leave him when he loved you so much? Wait, did he?

“Love, can you clean the room while I make dinner, please?” you politely asked from the kitchen, afraid he’d get mad at you. He didn’t answer, he was just watching TV. You knew he did listen to you, he just didn’t care enough to answer. “Jeongin?” you repeated, expecting him to say something. But again, he ignored you.

You decided to stay silent. You sighed and continued cooking, deciding to understand him. He was tired because of practice and everything, it was okay, he was just tired. He always was. But it wasn’t your fau- no, no, what are you saying? It was your fault. You shouldn’t make him work after coming from work. You should do the work and let him relax.

You wondered when would he do something to help you. You didn’t ask for much, just to clear the table after lunch and clean the bathroom after showering, maybe even make the bed when he got up. But you had to understand him, he was just tired.

He was just tired.

You had to keep calm, it was normal.

Because he was just tired.

You had to understand that he never did anything, he was just tired. That was what he always said. And you had always told yourself it was true, and it was your fault.

But now, cooking at 9 pm both dinner and tomorrow’s lunch completely on your own, like your always did, you wondered if it was your fault. No, no, how could you doubt it? He had said it, and he was always right! It was your fault. It really was. But was it?

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“Y/n, clear the table. I’m going to take a nap.” he informed a week later, walking to sit down on the couch. But he didn’t make it there.

“No.” you answered. He stopped dead the moment he heard you. What? He turned to look at you, his eyes did it signal he was mad. He was surprised.

“What?”

This couldn’t be. You had always listened to him, did everything he asked for. You had always been his good girl, you always obeyed, you had never talked back. He wasn’t even mad at you denying to do what he asked you too, he was startled, take aback by the single word you had answered for the first time in so many years of saying.

“Do it yourself” you spoke, looking at him in the eyes. You headed to where he was, the couch, and sat there, still looking at him.

“Excuse me?” Now he was mad.

“You always ask me to do it for you, don’t you have hands?” You replied. You were right, he was very able to do it himself. But he never did, because he knew you’d do it if he asked you to.

“What the fuck, Y/n?” He was so taken aback by y he sudden change in your behavior, the way you didn’t let him control you anymore. He loved being able to control you. What was even happening? “Don’t you see I’m tired from practice? Are you that lazy that you can’t even do something for me?”

Now you were mad. You wouldn’t let him treat you like that. Not anymore. You wouldn’t let him embarrass you, make you feel like it was your fault. Not anymore. “Well, I’m also tired, Jeongin.” His name sounded so dry in your lips now, unlike it used to just a week ago.

“From what?”

“From you.” You said without even thinking, but you didn’t regret it. He deserved it. You were truly tired of him.

“The fuck are you talking about?” He elevated the tone of his voice, and if he did, you did too.

“You exhaust me so fucking much, I look like a fucking housewife! You know I have a goddamn job too, don’t you? I’m also tired from work every single day and I still do everything to you, I always let you just do nothing.”

“Well you don’t have to dance for hours! Your work is nothing compared to mine!” He yelled.

“If my work was being your girlfriend, it would fucking double the exhaustion of yours!” You yelled back. You knew you’d start crying anytime soon, but right now the anger was stronger than any pain possible.

“What is it with this fucking behavior of yours?!” He was truly offended by your words.

“You’ve made me have this behavior! This is what I’ve become because of you, because of your controlling and the way you ‘love’!” You screamed. You were sure the neighbors heard that. “But that’s not even love, is it? You don’t love me anymore.” Tears were now falling, but you didn’t care. You had to keep talking before your braveness disappeared and you had to obey again. You were scared— no, you were terrified.

“You’re so used to me being your pet, walking me around and doing anything you want me to. You know I’m not an animal, Jeongin. Or do you? I don’t even know now.” You continued talking. He was startled, he didn’t know what to answer. He wanted to talk back, defend himself, but how could he? Everything you were saying was true.

You always noticed the littlest things about him, you knew his body language by heart. Today wasn’t an exception; you noticed his hands shaking, his lower lip quivering and his eyes welling up with tears. You didn’t expect it. You pitied him a little, but you pitied yourself more. So you continued with your speech, because for once in so many years, you had the control over him and not the other way around.

“You’ve always made me feel like it was my fault, like there was something wrong with me; you’ve always taught me to keep quiet. You know what happens when you hold things in? You explode.” You talked harshly at him. “I haven’t changed. You’ve made me explode. You’ve destroyed me, and every perception of love I’ve ever had!”

He stares at you with his eyes filled with tears, something you had never seen in him before. He watches you as you cry, as you yell at him, as you tell him he’s destroyed you. Now, thinking of how he was being with you was so unpleasant, so painful for him to imagine. But while he was acting like that, he was completely blind by how powerful it made him feel. But now, as he’s seeing his whole life— or rather, you falling apart in front of his eyes…

Did he love you? God, of course he did. He loved you. Before, in his mind, the reason he was controlling you so much was because he loved you, and because you loved him. He thought, if you let him treat you like that, it was because you didn’t mind. In his mind, he wasn’t being rude to you, he was just— he doesn’t know, teaching you how to behave?

But now he realizes that he had barely treated you like a human being. He wasn’t teaching you how to behave— which, by the way, you didn’t need; you were an amazing woman and girlfriend. At this point, he was taming you, as if you were an animal, a dog he could teach tricks, a fish that would die if he didn’t feed you or an exotic parrot he only kept so he could put on a show when people came home.

It terrified him to think that this was the end, that you wouldn’t let him in your life ever again. You were the love of his life, he thought. He loved you. He truly did. But he didn’t know how to love someone and he never had interest in learning, and now, everything he’s ever said and done to you is charging him the only thing he still has next to him: you. The only thing he was sure that would never leave him, that was too scared to go, was ready to leave. It terrified him so fucking much.

“Say something, Jeongin…” you begged in a whisper, crying silently. He didn’t realize he had been thinking too much, he had again neglected you and your feelings, as he always did. But to be honest, he didn’t have anything to say.

“No, Y/n, you don’t understand, I…” He tried to fix it, but he was only messing it up more. He had to stop making up excuses and trying to make her feel dumb, he had to stop victimizing himself, he had to stop trying to be in control over every situation. But he couldn’t. It had consumed him. Control had consumed the loving boyfriend he once was.

“Fuck off, Jeongin” You cut him when you heard him trying to victimize himself again, leaving him speechless. You were so used to it, but you wouldn’t allow it anymore. “I’ve loved you so much. I’ve thrown out my life in Australia for you, I’ve picked up my whole fucking life and moved here just to be near you, only for you to turn out to be the shitty boyfriend you are” You tell him, not caring if his feelings got hurt by your words. Not anymore. “Because that’s what you are, Jeongin. You’re a fucking terrible boyfriend, and I feel so bad for myself for everything I’ve had to bear just because I loved you. Because I did. I loved you. I still do, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to stop loving you. And that’s the worst part, knowing I’ll miss every single thing you’ve done to me.” You started off harshly, but your voice got more and more muffled by your tears after every word you said.

You stayed silent. He stayed silent. None of you knew what to say. He didn’t know how to talk to you, he felt embarrassed for every thing he’d done to you. So he said the only thing he knew he must’ve say for so long. The three words you’d been expecting for almost four years came out of his lips in less than two seconds.

“I am sorry.”

You stayed silent again. He stayed silent again. None of you knew what to say. You looked at him with red and puffy eyes. He looked at you with guilt and sadness in his eyes. That’s all you needed, that’s all he needed to know he’d never see you again. At least, not like he wished. Not like the love of his life.

You sighed and looked down, but then you looked up to meet with his eyes one last time. It was the first time in so long you stayed silent because you wanted to, not because he made you. It was the first time you had a voice, it was the first time you weren’t controlled like a puppet.

You grabbed your phone, your keys and your charger and walked to the door. He followed you, but he had no intention in stopping you. He had already controlled you enough. He knew he’d been holding you hostage for too long, he had to set you free, to let you go. He wasn’t ready, but he knew he must.

“I hope you heal” You said, then you opened the door and walked out. You turned around to look at him one last time. Your eyes met with his teary eyes. He smiled at you and nodded, as in a way of letting you know that it was okay, that he would let you go; that, for the first time, he understood you. You felt the connection you felt the moment you met, the moment he kissed you for the first time. You felt those teenage butterflies, butterflies that were about to die in just a few seconds.

You would miss him, but it was for the best. At least, you wouldn’t have to love him like a dog.

✯✯✯✯✯

You never came back to his apartment, not even to get your things back. You wanted a fresh start.

At first it was such a bittersweet feeling to be finally free. For some reason, him controlling you was comforting, because your choices didn’t depend on you. Because you didn’t have any responsibility in your life. Now, it all depended on you, on what you chose. Now you had your own mouth, your own hands, your own body. Before, you were his. Now, you were yours.

No more asking him what he wanted you to cook for dinner, no more making both sides of the bed on your own, no more crying alone.

The first month was a mess. You didn’t know what to do, you didn’t know how to decide for your own, you didn’t know how to live without him. You were so lucky your best friend, Maia, let you stay with in her apartment. She gave you clothes, food and a shoulder to cry on. She was your biggest supporter. She taught you to be free, to be yourself, and you were forever grateful.

After six months, you were fine, you think. You still thought about him, how could you ever forget? You dreamed with him, you saw him in every little thing. His members tried to approach you, they apologized to you. Chan was the only one you let in, he was the only one that didn’t defend him while he was your partner. Chan was the only one that had had his feet on earth the whole time. You didn’t let the rest talk to you, It hurt a lot. It hurt to remember him.

But after the first year, his memory didn’t hurt as much. It was a loving thought that sometimes appeared in your mind. More often than you wished, but now you remembered him with love, with appreciation, because he had taught you so much, and he had loved you so much. He had taught you how you didn’t want to be loved. He had taught you how to survive on your own, how to deal with hateful love. The first month, you wished you had never met him. After a year, you were thankful you had met him.

Korea’s streets looked empty and lifeless without him for a while. Not waiting for him after practice and not running a bath for him when he came from work made you feel like there was a big hole in your heart for a while, but you endured it, and you were proud of yourself for that. You were very strong.

You really wished he healed like you did.

After two years, you decided it was time to come back home. You thanked Maia and Chan for everything, booked a flight to Australia and came home. You rented an apartment and moved your whole life again. You were happy.

You even got a job. You had made it, you had healed. Jeongin appeared in your dreams occasionally, and he was a recurrent thought, but you were okay with that. You accepted it was a part of you.

It was different for Jeongin. The first eight months, he couldn’t breathe without you. He felt so guilty for hurting you, of being the man he had promised himself to never be. He wouldn’t stop blaming himself, because who else could he blame? It was all his fault.

He missed you. He needed you like oxygen. Every time he came home to a lightless house and empty rooms he felt his heart ache. His room was messy, you weren’t there to clean it.

He kept your things just like the day you left, he didn’t dare to touch them. All the pictures, your jewelry, it was still there strictly untouched. He was scared someday you’d take everything you left there, he would’ve understood if you did, but you never did. So, yeah, the pajamas you had left on your side of the bed after changing were still laying there untouched.

He realized he didn’t know how to cook, you always did it. He had to learn how to. His food was good, yeah, but he liked yours. Even when he followed the exact same recipe as you did, it always tasted different. He liked your food. He missed your food.

He missed the smell of you. He used your shampoo and your cologne for a while, until he ran out of them. He didn’t allow himself to keep buying them, it hurt him, so he used them one last time and let go of you.

With the help of him members, he decided to use all that pain and guilt he felt to become a best person, to heal, just like you wished for him to. The first thing he did was forgive himself. He knew he wouldn’t be able to do it if he didn’t. He apologized to everyone he had hurt, except of you. He could reach you easily, Chan had your contact and he was your friend. He’d been keeping Jeongin updated on how you were doing through it all. He watched you both hurt and heal in your own way at your own pace.

He apologized to the staff he screamed at when he was angry, to the friends he insulted brutally when they teased him, and to the members he blamed when he was stressed. He took all the responsibility and blame for his actions, and he handled it. He apologized for everything.

He liked apologizing. He used to hate it, it made him feel vulnerable, but now, he loved it. It was a way of showing his growth as a person, his healing.

FIVE YEARS LATER.

You had opened your own café. Yeah, your own, and it had been so successful! It felt so right. Everything was in order, everything was okay now.

You handed your customer the coffee she had ordered and smiled at her. “Have a great day!” You said, and when she left, you smiled proudly. Your coworker, Olivia— Ollie, how you liked your call her, approached you.

“Y/n, there’s someone waiting for you. Table 6” She said. You frowned, who could be visiting you now? All your friends were working, and your family lived far away.

“What? Who?” You asked her, but she didn’t answer. “Ollie!”

“Just go, girl!” Ollie replied, pushing you slightly towards the small door that divides the kitchen and the café.

“I can’t go now, my turn hasn’t finished yet.” You answered, trying to come back, but she kept pushing you.

“I’ll do it for you. It’s not a busy day, anyway” Mario, another of your coworkers— and one of your dearest friends, said. You groaned frustratedly, they were so stubborn. But you accepted.

You undid the ponytail you had your hair in and walked to the table 6, like Ollie told you.

Then, you saw him. He was looking at you. He was so changed, his aura was so much different, he was shining. He looked like he had healed. Just like you wished for him to. You, confused, walked up to him. He smiled at you sweetly. That sweet smile that made you fall in love with him. Without a word, you say in front of him. You decided to let him talk, say everything he wanted to after almost seven years.

“It’s been a while, Y/n” He smiled, his dimples showing cutely. You couldn’t help but smile, suddenly feeling shy. He used to always make you feel shy.

“Yeah.” You breathed out. “You’ve changed so much” You notice. He nods.

“You have, too. You look beautiful.” He whispered, and you swore your eyes shined like the exact first moment he asked you to be his girlfriend. He looked up at the building and then back down at you. “So, this place is yours?”

“It is mine” You smiled proudly. You felt in love again. You shouldn’t, but you did. After so many years of missing him, crying for him, wanting to come back to him… you were in front of him. Finally. “Why are you here, Jeongin?”

His name sounded to sweet in your lips. He had never loved his name so much, until he heard you say it.

He sighed and your gazes connected. “I’ve spent the past seven years experiencing the consequences of my actions, trying to heal, like you wished for me to do the last time I saw you. I’ve forgiven myself, I’ve put my life in order, I’ve apologized to everyone I’ve hurt, except for you. I wanted to apologize to you.” He stated seriously. You knew this time he meant it. You were sure he had changed. This time it was different.

“In the past, I’ve hurt you so much. I was such a bad boyfriend, a bad company and a bad person overall. I’m these seven years, I’ve never felt confident enough to come and apologize to you, the person I’ve hurt the most. I’m so sorry you’ve had to wait so long for an apology.” He breathed and continued talking. “I made you go through so much, and I sincerely apologize to you. I know this won’t make it go away, all the pain I’ve caused you, but I do want you to know that I’ve grown up. I’m not that anymore, and I’ll never be. I’ve healed, just like you wanted me to. You’re the person I healed for. You’re the reason I decided to take care of the consequences, to take everything life throws at me because of my past mistakes.”

You looked down, fidgeting with your own hands. You didn’t know how to react.

“You’ve been the love of my life, and I’m so thankful that you were the one that made me realize all these things. Without you, I would’ve never been able to make it. You were my partner for so long, and I’m so grateful of all the happy moments we spend together. I’m sorry we ended up like that, I’m so sorry I made you live. For a long time, I couldn’t sleep at night. Guilty was eating me up.” He whispered. “I was sent on hiatus a week after you left. I wouldn’t eat or sleep without you. I was so blind by the control I had over you, that the moment I opened my eyes, you were already gone, and it was my fault. I had to go to therapy, and even though it took me over a year to get over it, I healed. I forgave myself, and I sincerely hope you can forgive me as well. I am sorry, Y/n.”

You smiled at him sweetly, that smiled he had fallen in love with. “To be honest, I didn’t expect you to come. After so many years of waiting for you, I gave up on waiting for an apology, or just an answer. You’ve made me hurt a lot, that’s true, but I do believe our relationship has taught me so much, and I wouldn’t be who I am without you. I don’t hate you. I hated you for a while, but I realized hate is pointless, and you can’t hate someone you’ve loved for so long. I believe I still love you, and I never will stop loving you, because you’re a part of me. I don’t miss you anymore, but like I’ve always told you, if you ever heard me, I will always love you, and you’ll always be in my heart. I forgive you, Jeongin. I know you’ve worked hard, and I’m so glad you decided to heal. That’s the only thing I would ever want from you. Thank you for coming here, I appreciate it.”

You didn’t realize the tears falling down your cheeks until you noticed his. He smiled and nodded, wiping his own tears with the back of his hand. He looked at you, his eyes showed love, care.

“That’s the only thing I needed to hear to finally close this chapter of my life and move on. Once again, thank you, Y/n. I will always feel grateful for meeting you, and I will always love you.”

You smiled sweetly at him and wiped your tears too. You nodded and giggled at how you both were crying over that.

“Dad!” You heard the voice of a little kid near you. You saw Jeongin pick up the kid and caressing his arms. The kid looked exactly like Jeongin. “Wonnie, say hi to Y/n” He said in a sweet voice. You loved this side of him. You loved him so much.

“Hi Wonnie, I’m Y/n” You said in the same tone. The little kid giggled and greeted you with his hands. “Is he your son?”

“Yeah. As I told you, in all this time I was able to put my life in order and… here he is.” He explained with a smile. You were sure he was going to be the greatest dad ever. You smiled and played a little with the child. He was so cute. That was until you heard a female voice.

“Love!” She yelled. That’s when you realized she was talking to Jeongin. He turned to look at her and signaled her to wait with his hands.

“She’s Alicia, my wife.” He explained. “I love her so much, and I’m trying to be the best husband for her. I’m trying to be the great partner I wasn’t in the past. I am so deeply in love with her.”

Ouch.

That had hurt so fucking much.

But what could you expect? Going back to him? He was just there to apologize, and you appreciated so much that he did. You knew he would be the greater husband for her, and you were happy for him. He has made it. He had healed, and so had you.

Now, you had to carry on with your life and let him live his. All of the mistakes and everything you once went through is just a way to learn, to be better, to improve and grow as a person.

You had wanted to give up in so many moments, but now, seeing how you’ve both made it and put your life in order, you realize this was the whole propose of it. Each person is a lesson. They come in your life, teach you something, and go. Jeongin’s path met yours with so much intensity and it was so hard to let go, but eventually, you continued with your own, and so did he. And you were proud.

It was bittersweet, but after all, he was just a lesson, like everyone else. You were just two teenagers that fell in love. You were just two teenagers that fell in love and loved each other like animals.

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Stray Kids Reaction | Fake Texts | FLUFF | Reacting to them at the Met Gala

Reacting to Stray Kids' Met outfits

A/N: Surprise bitches, I've got another fake texts for y'all. something quick to celebrate our boys at the met. rip to what could have been some killer outfits, but it's okay they killed it regardless. enjoy!!:)

Warnings: Minho's hints at something suggestive but v vaguely

CHAN

MINHO

CHANGBIN

HYUNJIN

JISUNG

FELIX

SEUNGMIN

JEONGIN

Dividers: @cafekitsune

everyone is a little toxic (pt2)

Summary: reader lowkey deserves better

idk why i always make han suck so bad. i love him. i swear

reader lowk just as bad as skz fr!

angstyyyy but sfw

6.3 k words

enjoy (evil smirk)

Bang Chan:

After hiding out in the living room for a while, you decide that you should probably clean up the mess from dinner. You sigh before standing and heading to the kitchen. You scoop the leftovers into a container and start washing dishes and putting them away.

As soon as you're finished washing the dishes, however, you notice that the bowls are uneven, meaning that Chan didn't bring his bowl to the kitchen after he was done like he usually does. You sigh and decide to just face the music instead of avoiding it.

Your feet carry you to the door of his makeshift office before your brain can even process it. You don't bother knocking and Chan's back is to you but his head is on his desk and you can hear the soft snores leaving his mouth. You grab a throw blanket and approach his slumped form at the desk.

The bowl beside his head is empty and you look over at his sleeping form, noticing that his eyes seem to be much more swollen and there is evidence of tears on his face. He's really worked himself into the ground this time. You grab the bowl and retreat back to the kitchen, quickly washing it and heading to your bedroom.

You're cuddled up in bed on your phone when you hear your bedroom door creak open and soft footsteps approach the bed. You turn over when your boyfriend doesn't lay down and the sight in front of you is beyond pitiful.

Chan has the throw blanket around his shoulders and his eyes are swollen and full of tears, threatening to overflow. His bottom lip is jutting out and quivering and you can't help but act on instinct. You roll over and pull the blanket back, opening your arms.

"Oh, Chris. Come here," your voice is soft and you catch sight of one tear falling when he crawls into bed and wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You feel his tears wetting your skin but you just rub comforting circles on his back and quietly try to calm your boyfriend down.

His tears slowly come to a halt and your hand makes its way into his hair, fingertips rubbing his scalp. He lets out a sigh and you know that you don't have to say anything yet, he’s thinking of what to say so you don’t have to.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I don't know why I said the things I said. I hate that I always take my stress out on you because you don't deserve it. I'm going to try to be better," he promises quietly into your neck and you pull back to get a good look at him. His eyes are bloodshot and swollen and he has tears smeared all over his face.

"Channie, it's okay I-"

"No. It's not okay. I can't keep treating you like shit and expect you to still love me," his words are harsh but you understand where he is coming from. He's taking accountability for his own actions. You reach up and brush away the wet marks on his face gently with your thumbs before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"I could never stop loving you," you whisper against his lips and he presses his lips to yours in another kiss.

"I'll work on it. I swear I will," the urgency in his voice makes a smile cross your face and you nod, pulling your boyfriend to you again and he immediately nestles back into your neck.

"Let's sleep, baby. I love you," you whisper against the top of his head, planting another kiss in his hair. It only takes a few minutes before you hear his breathing get deeper and you know that he is finally fast asleep.

Lee Know:

You hear a gentle knock on the bathroom door and you let out a sound of annoyance. You knew he had a key to the bedroom but there isn't a key for the bathroom so you locked yourself in here.

"Go away, Minho. I said go yell at someone who wants to hear it," you grumble and place the bandaid over your cut. After about five minutes, you were finally able to get the bleeding to stop. Which means it only took Minho five minutes to come to his senses, find the bedroom key, and break in.

"Y/n..." his tone is pitiful and you hear him slide down the other side of the bathroom door. You take a step towards the door and decide it would be best to not open it right now. You're still too upset and seeing his perfect face right now would probably just piss you off more.

Instead you slide down on the cabinet beside the door and bring your knees to your chest, letting your head rest against the door. When your head meets the wood, there's a gently tap and Minho lets out a small sigh on the other side.

"I know you're listening, baby. Can you open the door so I can look at your cut please? There was a lot of blood and I just want to make sure you don't need stitches," he reasons in a gentle tone and you worry your teeth with your bottom lip.

His primary love language is acts of service. This is him apologizing in his own backwards, Minho kind of way.

You sigh but reach up, turning the lock. You hear your boyfriend scramble to his feet before the door swings open. You look up at him and he steps over one of your legs, standing between them and then drops to his knees, making your legs rest on either one of his thighs.

"May I?" He asks quietly, almost like if he speaks too loud, it might shatter the thick air between you two. He grabs your wrist and flips your hand over. He peels the bandaid up and you let out a hiss as the air hits it.

"I just put that on," you grumble out and he shakes his head, ultimately ignoring your complaint as he takes in the cut on your hand.

"It doesn't look like you need stitches," he pauses and you use this opportunity to sneak in your own snide comment.

"I could've told you that," your voice is dripping with sarcasm. His eyes dart to yours for a moment but he chooses not to respond to this statement either.

"You should at least bandage this properly," he finishes and reaches up next to the sink, grabbing the first aid kit. He sits back and crosses his legs. Minho grabs the back of your knees and drags you closer to him, so your knees are now hooked over his thighs.

He pulls out the gauze and bandages and starts to clean your hand and wrap it much better than you had done.

"This is all my fault," he suddenly mutters after he finishes bandaging you up. He presses a quick kiss to the place where your cut is and looks up at you.

"It isn't all your fault. Just mostly," you shrug and he lets out a half hearted laugh, cutting the tension in the room. You pull your hand from his and wrap both of your arms around his neck.

You pull yourself up to fully sit on his lap and straddle his hips more comfortably. His hands find purchase on your hips and you feel his thumbs rubbing soothing circles through your sweatpants.

"I don't know why I'm such a dick," he breathes out and locks eyes with you before continuing, "I can't figure out why someone as perfect as you would want to be with someone like me," he confesses and your heart drops. Why would he ever feel that way? If anything, you feel like its the other way around!

"I'm not perfect, Minho. And I'm with you because you're funny," you lean down and kiss his forehead gently, "Talented," another kiss to his left eye, "Handsome," a kiss to his right eye, "Smart," his nose, "Kind," you seal this one with a kiss to his lips before pulling away to look at him again.

"You are kind, Minho. Your flip from kind to annoyed just gets triggered a bit easier than everyone else's. I don't walk on eggshells around you and I never have which is why you think you're so mean to me. I just press your buttons is all," you try to reassure him and a small smile makes its way to his lips.

"I love you. You know that?" He asks wrapping his arms around you to bring you chest to chest with him.

"Mhm. I love you most," you confirm and wrap your arms around his neck as well, tightening the hug.

Changbin:

Your boyfriend isn't one to back down from a fight so seeing you walk away makes his blood boil. He follows you, hot on your heels.

"Can I just have some fucking space, Changbin. Please." It's technically a question but your demanding tone was more than enough to make it clear that you aren't asking.

"No. Talk to me," he answers anyways, ignoring the fact it wasn't really a question. You throw your hands in the air and turn around, making Changbin slam right into you. You stand your ground and don't even stumble a step.

"You want me to talk? Fine. I'll talk. What do you want me to say?" you prompt, crossing your arms over your chest. He stares at you for a moment, his mouth opening but immediately closing again.

"If you can't tell me what you want to hear, I can't say it," you instigate him and he scoffs, rolling his eyes.

"I don't want you to say anything besides how you are feeling right mow, y/n," he grumbles out, obviously annoyed with your antics.

"Are you actually going to listen to me or are you going to brush it off like you always do?"

"I never brush things you say off," he defends but you roll your eyes in return. You sit down on the couch and lay your legs across it, throwing a blanket over you. Your boyfriend stands in the entranceway of the living room, observing and waiting for you to speak to him.

"Well?" he prompts you but you ignore him, instead reaching for the remote and flipping on the T.V.

"Bun, are you seriously not going to talk to me?" He is trying to persuade you again and you make the mistake of glancing over at him, his sickeningly sweet pout covering his face. He looks precious and you can't help the guilt you feel creeping into your chest.

"Don't start try to be all cute now," You murmur out, opting to turn your attention to the T.V instead. Although, you really weren't focusing on anything on the screen.

"Just talk to me. I hate fighting," he grabs your legs and lifts them, placing them onto his lap. You sigh but press pause on the T.V. anyways.

"You hate fighting but you cause every fight. Why is that?" You instigate, putting the remote down and trying to ignore the soothing circles your boyfriend is rubbing on your calves.

"But I don't. You just-"

"Choose your next words very wisely, Changbin," you warn before he can even begin to say anything too out of pocket. He closes his mouth and his eyebrows drop into a furrow, obviously trying to choose his words wisely. You close your eyes and let your head fall back to rest on the arm rest of the couch.

Silence falls between the two of you for a few minutes and you finally pry your eyes open to look at Changbin. He is staring straight ahead and you can tell he is deep in thought. He isn't looking at anything in particular but that crease is still sitting between his brows. You tap his stomach gently with your foot to get his attention.

"Just say it," you breathe out and he looks over at you which makes you notice the overall solemn look covering his face. His normal pout seems to be extra pouty and his shoulders are slouched. He looks defeated.

"Do you actually think I'm arrogant?" He asks quietly and you want to lie and tell him no, you want to do anything to get that look off his stupid face but you can't stop your mouth from telling the truth.

"I do. I think you are arrogant and you never want to be wrong. I think that you put yourself first in this relationship instead of us being treated as equals," you confess and he breaks eye contact, staring down at his hand on your shin instead.

"But," you continue, drawing his attention to you once more, "I do love you. I don't want you to ever think that I don't," you conclude and he nods, agreeing with you.

"Do you want to break up with me?" he suddenly asks and a lump forms in your throat. You have never thought about whether or not this attribute of Changbin's would cause the end of your relationship. It has definitely taken its toll on you mentally and your relationship.

"Can I be honest with you?" You ask and he immediately nods, silently begging for your answer to be no.

"I honestly don't know," you breathe out, his glassy eyes meet yours, he's surprised to see that there are no tears in your eyes. You actually seem surprisingly calm and very level headed.

"Have you thought about this before?" His voice crack gives way to how he is actually feelings and you swallow, shaking your head, "Then how are you so calm?" He asks, tears starting to fall from his eyes.

"I'm not sure. I just have a lot on my mind I think. I never want to leave you. I mean, God, you're the love of my life but it just seems like you have... growing up to do," you speak quietly, trying your best not to break his already fragile state anymore.

"Please don't leave me," He's suddenly begging you, grip tightening around your ankle. His big pleading puppy dog eyes are boring into yours and you sit up. You reach forward and place a hand on his cheek, using your thumb to gently wipe a few tears.

"Let's just see how this all pans out, yeah?" You ask him and lean forward, pressing your forehead to his, before leaning back to your original position and pulling your legs off his lap.

"For tonight, I think you should go home," You continue and stand, walking towards your front door. Changbin stares at you for a moment before gathering his phone, wallet, and keys into his pocket and following you. You open the door and he steps out, turning to face you.

"Good night, Binnie. I love you," you speak out but before he can open his mouth to reply, you close the door and turn the deadbolt.

Hyunjin:

You hear the gentle knocks on your door but opt against actually answering. He has your code so if he actually wants to talk to you, he can get in. You don't have to guess who it is. Your boyfriend does this anytime you have any sort of disagreement. Suddenly, he's at your door step and begging for forgiveness.

"Go away, Hwang Hyunjin," you yell from your spot on the couch when he knocks again. Instead of listening to you, you hear the code get punched in and he enters anyways.

"What part of 'go' and 'away' do you not understand? And if you were going to come in anyways, what's the point of knocking?" You complain. Your boyfriend kicks off his shoes and leans against the door frame to the living room.

"I don't want to walk in if you aren't home. And I definitely(italics) am not listening to what you have to say if you're using my full name. There is a list of names my girlfriend is allowed to call me and I can guarantee 'Hwang Hyunjin' is not(italics) on the list," he raises his eyebrows at you and crosses his arms.

"Well since you broke in, what do you want?" you prompt him to go ahead and say what he needs to because you really aren't in the mood for his bullshit today.

"I just came to apologize," he pushes himself off the doorframe and approaches you but you scoff and stand from the couch, keeping the distance between the two of you.

"If you were ever truly sorry, we wouldn't go through this so much, you know? If you meant your apologies then this," you point back and forth between the two of you, "Wouldn't be so hard," you deadpan and he takes another step which you mirror by taking a step backwards.

"We're hard? Like you and me? This is hard to you?" He asks quietly, chewing the inside of his cheek. You open your mouth but snap it closed again when you realize just how harsh this is coming out.

"Just say it, y/n. Just tell me the truth. I'm a big boy, I can handle it," his voice is barely louder than a whisper. You run your hands through your hair and let out a groan, turning away from him.

"Why do I always have to come out as the bad guy? Yes, Hyunjin, this is hard. I knew it would be hard coming into this with you. I can deal with paparazzi. I can deal with crazy fans. I can deal with strict management. I can't deal with this image that you for some reason feel like you need to maintain. Do you not see the strain it is putting on this relationship?" You rant. You want to stop the words from leaving your mouth but they're tumbling from your tongue before your brain can stop them.

"I just want to be..." he starts but trails off quickly when he realizes what he was going to say.

"Perfect(italics)." You finish for him and his eyes drop to the floor between the two of you. You're right. He has been putting more strain on looking good for everyone else, that he isn't even noticing the unhappiness of his own girlfriend.

"I don't even know what to say right now. I don't think anything I can say will satisfy you," he makes this confession much more solemnly than his last. You let out a sigh and wait for his eyes to meet yours again.

"I love you and I always will but I think we need some time apart. How does that sound?" You offer and hear him suck in a sharp breath at the suggestion. You also don't really want to take a 'break' but you feel like you really have some things to think about.

"That sounds terrible," he deadpans and your lip finds its way between between your teeth before he takes a breath and continues, "But if that will make you happy, I'm willing to do anything for you," he nods at you and you nod in reply.

He turns away from you and slips his shoes that he just removed back on before opening the door and closing it gently behind him.

Han:

A few hours later, it is way past your usual bedtime and you find yourself obsessing over the video of your boyfriend. He hasn't come to try to work things out with you and you find yourself anxiously bouncing your leg at the bar.

"What am I doing?" you speak out to yourself again before standing and making your way to the bedroom. When you enter, you hear the water running in the shower and crawl into your bed, hoping to be asleep before Jisung is out.

Just as your eyes are getting to heavy to stay open, you hear the shower water turn off and Jisung moving around the bathroom, getting ready for bed. Although you are mad at him, the familiar sounds of his nighttime routine lull you right to sleep.

When you awake the next morning, you don't feel Jisung around you at all. You reach for your phone and are quite surprised to see 99+ notifications on pretty much every single one of your social medias. You unlock your phone and click on one of the apps, immediately going to Jisungns profile. This has to be something to do with him.

You click on his story and click through a few before you see the reason for your sudden increase in popularity. Jisung had posted you sleeping peacefully on his story with the caption, 'the only one for me'. You can't stop the smile that covers your face and hop out of bed to find your boyfriend.

You are pleased to find a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a hand written note in the middle when you enter your kitchen.

'I won't be here when you see this, but I want to make everything up to you when I get back from the studio. I love you my heart'

An even bigger smile covers your face when you read the note and you hold it up to your heart while you lean down to smell the flowers. He knows you well and he knows how to make you happy. Happy enough to almost forget about your feelings from last night.

Almost.

You walk back to your room and grab your phone, opening your boyfriend's contact.

'flowers won't fix it jisung'

You send it before you have time to over think what to say. You toss your phone down and get everything ready to take a quick shower. Hopefully, it'll help you gather your thoughts and get your mind right before he gets home.

You hear your phone vibrate and are surprised to see Jisung's name. Whenever he is at the studio or practicing, he rarely replies. This is expected since he is busy and working on his career. You can't expect him to be at your every beck and call.

'Good morning. I'm on my way home now' your eyebrows drop to a furrow at the message. It was still early in the morning and he couldn't have left too long before you woke up.

'?? you just left'

'I was just busying my mind until you woke up. I'll get us coffee' you lock your phone and head to the bathroom again. This gives you much less thinking time than you would like.

Around the same time you are pulling a hoodie over your head to protect you from the chill in the air, you hear your front door opening. You can tell from the footsteps that it's Jisung and walk out to see him sat at the dining room table on his phone and sipping a coffee.

His eyes shoot up to meet yours when he notices you're there and he pushes your coffee towards the other side of the table. You sit across from him and pull the coffee towards you, taking a sip. It was perfect, exactly how you like it and your chest tightens. He really does seem to try to be a good boyfriend. So why is it so hard to keep his attention on just you?

"Y/n? Did you hear me?" Jisung's voice snaps you out of your thoughts and and you blink at him a few times, bringing yourself back to reality.

"I said I'm sorry," he repeats himself, picking at the label on his coffee cup before continuing, "I'm sorry for being such a shit boyfriend. I'm sorry for always making you second guess my loyalty. I was thinking last night after you said what you said and I think I finally realize where you are coming from. I don't mean for you to be a secret," he tries to explain himself but in all honesty, it isn't pulling at you.

"Say something?" he pleads suddenly and you break eye contact, looking down at the cup again.

"I'm tired," you breathe out, looking back up at him again. He purses his lips in confusion before asking for clarification.

"Didn't you just wake up?"

"I don't mean physically. I mean... mentally. Emotionally. I'm exhausted," you confess and Jisung's grip on his cup tightens.

"What do you mean? Are you breaking up with me? Baby, please," he's suddenly begging and reaches across the table to take your hand in his but you retreat, staying just out of his reach.

"You hurt me. It hurts seeing the one that I love have their eyes on somebody else. You get that don't you?" you ask quietly. The tense silence falls between the two of you and Jisung's eyes grow wide.

"You love me?" he whispers it out. If there were any other noises in the house, you wouldn't have been able to hear the question. You sigh but nod anyways.

"I do. But, I love myself too. I deserve better than what you are giving me right now. You get that, don't you?" you ask and feel the first tears spring to your eyes. You let your eyes focus in the ceiling to try to prevent the tears from falling.

"I'm so sorry," Jisung's voice cracks and you look at him to see tears flowing freely down his face, "I love you too. I love you so much that it hurts," he confesses. You stand from the table and nod down at the crying boy in front of you.

"Then let me go," you speak quietly and a small broken sob rips through your ex boyfriend's chest.

Felix:

You stir when you wake up, happy to be off today and happy to feel your boyfriend’s arms wrapped around you. As soon as you move even an inch, Felix’s arms tighten around you and you immediately relax into his touch. You move slightly and realize that he has on different clothes than he did last night.

“How long have you been up?” you ask, voice still hoarse with sleep. He presses a kiss to the back of your head and pulls you impossibly closer to his body.

“Only an hour or so. I had something to take care of,” his deep voice carries no traces of sleep at all. He has been up for a while.

“Oh?” You question, turning in his arms and facing him finally. He looks like an angel. Maybe it’s because you just woke up and are feeling extra nice but he really looks so pretty.

“Mhm. I got on the phone with IT and got your computer fixed. Go look,” a small prideful small covers his face and you sit up quickly in the bed.

“No way! Really?” you squeal and jump out of the bed, going straight to your desk and opening the laptop. A huge smile covers your face when you realize that he is telling the truth. Your computer is finally working how it should be.

“As happy as I am that you did this, I’m kind of sad,” you turn and face Felix and his smile drops at your words.

“Why’s that, princess?”

“Because now I actually have to work on my project,” you giggle and his smile immediately reappears. He stands from the bed and walks over to you, standing between your legs. You wrap your arms around his hips and rest your chin on his stomach to look up at him. He busies on of his hands with smoothing your bed head and the other rubs soothing circles on your shoulder.

“Thank you. You’re the best, Lixie,” you place a kiss to his stomach before turning your head and pressing your cheek to his stomach instead, making the hug a bit deeper. Before Felix can reply with something far too humble and far too cute, you speak again.

“I’m sorry for how I acted last night. I know you’re just being helpful but I hate feeling stupid,” you confess and his fingers scratch at your scalp.

“It is never my intent to make you feel that way. You are probably the smartest person I know,” he responds quietly and you turn your head to look up at him again.

“What did I do to deserve you?” you speak up and he moves his hands to cup your face instead.

“I like to think I’m the lucky one,” he smiles down at you before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Seungmin-

Your tears are streaming down your face with the water and you’re forcing back sobs. You are too occupied to hear the bathroom door open, your boyfriend taking his own clothes off, even the shower curtain being pulled back.

You don’t even realize that Seungmin is in the room with you until you feel his hands wrap around your middle and his bare chest presses to your bare back. He places a soft kiss to your shoulder and that’s all it takes for the dam to break and the sobs start sneaking past your lips.

“Did I make you cry?” His voice is quiet, guilty and you nod your head, then shake it, then nod again, before shaking it once more. Seungmin fights back the chuckle that threatens to leave his throat at your uncertainty.

“Why don’t you like me?” The words leave your mouth and a deafening silence would be filling the room if it weren’t for the running water.

“I love you, y/n. Don’t think-”

“I know you love me, Seungmin. Why don’t you like(italics) me?” your breathing returns to normal and Seungmin wraps his arms fully around your middle. Hugging you tightly from behind.

“I like you more than anyone in the world,” he speaks into your damp hair and you chew down on your lip, trying your best to calm your emotions.

“You have a funny way of showing it,” you speak out and let your head fall back into his shoulder, allowing him access to press a gentle kiss to your neck.

“I hate that I hurt you so much. I just don’t know how to express myself well when it comes to you. I try to be straightforward but it just comes across as…” he trails off and you can’t help finishing the sentence for him.

“Cruel(italics),” you breathe out and his thumbs rub either side of your ribs for a moment before he finally nods against your neck in agreement. You sigh and let your hand make its way behind you and gently thread into your boyfriend’s hair, scratching his scalp gently.

“I’ll wash your hair,” you offer and he immediately loosens his grip and switches places with you. Seungmin loves when you wash his hair and he never denies you when you offer. He looks into your eyes for a moment and leans down, placing a gentle kiss to your lips before dropping to his knees in front of you.

You tilt his head back into the stream of water and start lathering it up with shampoo Seungmin’s eyes never leave your face and a small smile makes its way to your face, accompanied by a light blush.

“Close your eyes,” you demand but he shakes his head, his hands running up and down the back of your thighs.

“I can’t. You’re so pretty,” now it’s Seungmin’s turn to blush and you shake your head at him.

“I’m sure I’m all puffy and splotchy from crying earlier,” he tease him but his mouth drops into a small pout at the statement. He seems genuinely upset that he made you cry like that.

“Have I ever made you cry before?” he suddenly asks and your eyes dart to his eyes quickly before focusing back on his hair. You hum in response and hud grip your thighs tightens, making you stop and look into his eyes again. If you ever kicked a puppy, you can imagine it would show a very similar expression.

“Time to rinse,” you gulp and tilt Seungmin’s head towards the stream again and rinse the shampoo out. You expect him to rise but he remains on his knees in front of you and presses a kiss to your hip.

“I love you. I like you. I can’t imagine myself with anyone else,” he suddenly confesses and you smile down at him before dropping to your knees to be face to face with him.

“It’s going to take much more than you making me cry a few times for me to leave you alone, Kin Seungmin,” you lean forward and press a kiss to his lips.

I.N:

When you walk into the mall to buy a new perfume, you don’t expect to run into anyone you know, especially your ex boyfriend. Especially not your ex boyfriend who you are just as in love with now as you were two months ago.

“Innie?” Your voice comes out before you can think on whether or not it is a better idea to pretend you don’t see him. He tenses and you notice his shoulders seem a bit more broad than you remember and you can see some muscles peaking through the back of his black t-shirt.

He turns and your eyes lock for a moment. Although you can’t see the bottom half of his face through the mask, you know his mouth is open by the shock in his eyes. You approach him and he freezes again, obviously unsure of where this is going.

“It’s good to see you. How are you?” You decide to break the ice and Jeongin blink for what seems like the first time since you locked eyes.

“I’ve been better. How are you, y/n? You look good as always. Just got off work?” He asks finally, putting down the hoodie in his hands. You nod in response and glance down at his shirt again.

“I did. Was just going to get more perfume and a bite to eat,” you pause and chew on your lip for a second before continuing, “Wanna join?” your voice is quiet, cautious. If he rejects you, it seems like it would hurt less if you don’t fully ask him out loud. This was stupid. You should’ve known better than to-

“I would love to. Same place as always?” Jeongin’s voice interrupts your thoughts and you smile at him, nodding.

“Same place as always,” you parrot him and he quickly falls into step with you, both of you completely abandoning the original goal of why you’re both at the mall.

You both enter the restaurant and get sat quickly. The entire place was practically empty which makes it easy for Jeongin to remove his mask and not have to worry about being photographed. He reaches up to remove his mask and your eyes drop to his bicep. He definitely is getting bigger.

“Have you been working out?” you ask and cross your hands in front of you on the table. A bashful smile covers his face and he scratches his head, focusing down on the menu instead.

“Yeah a little bit,” he mumbles out and you smile. He’s just as sweet and just as humble as always. You two drop into small talk for the most part until your food arrives at the table.

“You know,” Jeongin starts before scooping up a bite of food, “The night we broke up, I was going to ask if you wanted to come here to eat with me. I was going to let us finally be photographed together,” he concludes and you freeze at his statement.

“Are we going to do this right now? You want to talk about this?” you ask quietly and set your fork down on the table.

“I want to say no but seeing you like this just makes me miss you so much,” he confesses, sitting his own fork down as well.

“Where were you, Innie?” you deadpan and he breaks eye contact, glancing down at your plate then meeting your eyes again.

“I just didn’t want you to see me like that. I wasn’t anywhere but home, physically(italics). But in my head, I wasn’t me. I was somebody that I didn’t even recognize. I was hurting and I didn’t want to hurt you so I pushed you away,” he concludes and chews the inside of his cheek.

“You hurt me more by pretending I didn’t exist,” you whisper across the table and he runs a hand through his hair. He nods in agreement and you nod back, pushing your plate away from you slightly so you can lean on the table again.

“I’m sorry. I still love you and I always will, y/n. You know that right?” He reaches across the table and places his hand on top of yours, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb. You flip your hand over and he quickly intertwines your fingers.

“I still love you and I always will, Innie. We should hang out again soon,” you offer and he nods, eagerly.

“Already wanting to hang out with me again and we just started this hang out,” he teases and you laugh, kicking him gently under the table.

“Hush. We have much more to talk to about, mister,” you reply and pull your hand from his, picking your utensils back up. “For now, I’m going to dig in. I haven’t been able to force myself to come here since we broke up and it smells too good,” you confess and he nods.

“Me too,”

˚♡⋆｡˚good luck, babe!

prompt 𓋰 How SKZ rejects Y/n's confession maknae-line!skz x gn!reader warnings 𓋰 Angst, rejection word count 𓋰 0.5k

𖥔࣪ ࣪ᥫ᭡ꗃ⋆࣪. han jisung : "You've lost your mind, haven't you?"

Your friend takes you to their favorite restaurant

From what you’ve heard from them, the food is great but a waiter is the real reason they love going there

So upon your arrival, you look at every single waiter in there

You found a couple that match your friend’s type while one catches yours

On his name tag, it read “Jisung”

You guys didn’t end up talking about the cute waiters as they were were and you were both eating

However, at the end of your dinner, a few of the waiters were also clocking out

“Hey, I’m gonna go get the cute guy’s phone number!” Your friend said as they scurried away while you headed briefly to the bathroom.

Once you were done, it was your friend ‘s turn to use the restroom

For some reason, you also wanted to try and get Jisung’s contact info or maybe just his Insta

As Jisung approaches with the till, you stop him before he leaves

“Hey! Uhmmm… I think you’re pretty cute— Could I get your instagram or something?” You asked shyly.

The man looks at you with a disgusted look on his face

 “You’ve lost your mind, haven’t you?” He scowls then glances towards your friend who was coming back.

𖥔࣪ ࣪ᥫ᭡ꗃ⋆࣪. kim seungmin : "To be seen out with you? I hope you’re joking"

You’re used to working with many people in the modeling  industry

You talk to many designers, artists and audience members

Rarely, you ever get the chance to talk with other models though

But you and Seungmin are the forefront of a designer brand so at least you two get to talk often 

You two just clicked and it was not just over what you two do as your careers

You never met someone who was so passionate about the world until Seungmin

He was grateful for life and plus… god, that smile <3

You being you, you considered taking Seungmin out

There was no way you could just talk to him during work hours

Soooo, prior to a walk, you approached Seungmin privately

“Oh! Hi, Y/n”

“Hey, Seungmin!”

“What’s up?” 

Your eyes that were once fixated on him, started to dart across the room

“Y/n?”

“Seungmin, I hope we can talk outside of work. Y’know just the two of us?”

Seungmin’s head starts to tilt and his left eyebrow begins to raise

“To be seen out with you? I hope you’re joking” He responds flatly before walking away.

𖥔࣪ ࣪ᥫ᭡ꗃ⋆࣪. lee yongbok : "Y/n..."

You are a volunteer in your school club

Felix is the president of said club, of course

You and Felix are clearly close not just from the club but from a long time friendship

You find him endearing; he clearly loves what does and quite literally an angel

You hoped that you would never fall for your friend yet here you are with sweets in your hands while you’re on your way to see him 

Felix was surrounded by people as usual and it truly made you freeze in your spot (What a social butterfly he is) 

Was this really a good idea?

“Y/n!” Felix shouts as he runs over to you, “Whatcha doing over there?! We got some possible recruits!”

“I–I—”

“Y/n? You ‘kay?” Felix looks at you with such care. 

And his hands? They’re already holding yours…

“FELIX, I LIKE YOU—No— I LOVE Y—”

Felix’s shoulders drop as well as his hands. “Y/n…”

You can’t help but know exactly what he means

Before he could break your heart, you leave him with his sweets and you run as far as you can.

𖥔࣪ ࣪ᥫ᭡ꗃ⋆࣪. yang jeongin : "Can you just...not?"

They say to never go back to your exes

But there was something about Jeongin that you could never let go

Maybe there were still strings attached

You both still followed each other on social media

Sometimes you guys even message each other or send dumb memes

You guys never ended on bad terms

The both of you just distanced yourselves romantically

It also did not help that Jeongin was your first love

Perhaps this was a bad idea and selfish thing to do but

You still really loved him

You waited for him to send another brainrot post to make sure he was online

Once he did, you messaged him straightforwardly

“Innie, I still love you”

You watched the message change from delivered to read

A grey message bubble quickly popped up and disappeared

It went on for what felt like eternity 

Really, you waited about 5 minutes for him to finally send his message

Your eyes widen as the text shows up

“Can you just…not?” It read. 

tags: @skzswife

read hyung line part 1 here!

We can't be friends | H.H.

Pairing: Hyunjin x reader

Genre: ANGST, smut

Summary: you have been in love with your best friend for a long time. On a night where you were supposed to comfort him after a break up, things heat up and he finally looks at you the way you wanted.

Words count: 2,957

THIS WORK IS FOR +18 AUDIENCES ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: biting, protected piv, hickeys, blowjob, hair pulling, cursing(I think that's all)

A/N: I wanted to write something to "we can't be friends" by ariana grande, I was thinking so hard about what to write and this idea came to me so suddenly and I knew I had to write it.

Hwang Hyunjin was everything you ever dreamt about. You didn’t realize that right when you met him in your first year of college, to you he was just a friend until he wasn’t anymore. You started noticing every little thing about him, how his eyes turn into crescents when he smiles, the face he makes when he eats something good, what are his favorite drinks and snacks. Suddenly everything about Hyunjin sounded so interesting that you didn’t even realize you were in love. You didn’t realize how happy you got every time he sent you a message, how touched you felt when he went to pick you up at work because it was raining and you forgot your umbrella, how calm you felt when you were with him, watching a movie and chilling.

The moment you realized you were in love, you knew you couldn’t be best friends anymore but you liked to pretend. Hyunjin never even looked at you twice so your mind never went to dark places, wondering what it would be like to tell him how you feel but even though that was the case, he didn't make it easy for you to stop liking him.

He would bring you snacks and medicine when you were on your period, when you felt down about anything he would be there to cheer you up and you could tell him just about anything, you knew he wouldn’t judge you — well, almost anything. Could he ever understand you about this, though? How could you fall in love with your best friend?

When he got his first girlfriend it was a shock to you, the pain in your chest felt like it would burn you whole, but you kept fighting with your heart, telling yourself that it wouldn’t do you any good for him to know about your feelings. His relationship didn’t last long but it also wasn’t the last you heard about a relationship of his and you thought you were okay with it. That is, until he met his last girlfriend. Hyunjin was head over heels for her and that killed you time and time again. Your heart broke more and more every time he talked about her, every time you slept over and heard him calling her late at night, telling her how much he loved her. A month went by, then three months, then a year.

Of course you didn’t want them to break up because you knew he would suffer and that was the last thing you wanted, even if in that case you would be the one hurting. You tried to date other people, but you always felt it was wrong because deep inside you didn’t want to get over him, not when you were still hopeful that one day he would look at you.

It was late at night when Hyunjin called you, it was clear in his voice that something was not right.

“Can you come over?” He asks, voice hoarse and tired.

“Give me ten minutes”, you tell him, jumping out of bed. You were already in your pjs, ready to sleep and no one other than Hyunjin could make you go out this time of the night.

You don't even change your shirt, putting on sweatpants and brushing your hair quickly before grabbing your keys and your coat, walking to the door. The chill air of the night blows your hair, messing everything up and making your face grow cold. Winter has been killing you for a while now, you have been avoiding coming to the cold outside since you started to work from home.

You get into your car, turning on the heater, putting on some light music so you can stay calm and not freak out about what happened to your best friend.

You don’t even knock when you get to his apartment, pressing the password to the door lock and entering the house. A strong smell of liquor comes straight to your nose, stopping you in your tracks. There are so many soju bottles on the floor that you can’t even count and you hear the sound of the shower, so you can only conclude that Hyunjin is taking a bath.

Sighing and taking your coat, you throw it on the table, going to the kitchen to find a plastic bag and starting to collect the trash around the living room. What the hell happened? Hyunjin is usually pretty neat, it’s rare to see his house this messy.

You hear the sound coming from the bathroom disappear while you wash the dishes, drying your hands on a towel and leaning against the kitchen counter, waiting for Hyunjin to show up.

He looks awful, clean but horrible. He has eye bags under his eyes and seems tired like he hasn't slept in days.

“What happened?” You ask him, walking to him to take a closer look.

Hyunjin pouts, looking at you. You swear he’s almost crying.

“Jisoo broke up with me”, he says, running his hand through his hair.

“She did what?” You scowl, eyes widening and he sighs. “What happened? This came out of nowhere”

“I don’t know, she’s been acting weird lately and she didn’t want me to pick her up at work anymore so I asked about it and she felt offended that I was being suspicious of her, but I was not”, he whines, “I was just asking if there was something wrong”

“When did it happen? Are you drunk right now?” You recall the amount of empty bottles of alcohol you found when you arrived.

“She ended it yesterday, I thought she was gonna come around”, he cries out, “but she even blocked me on social media”

Hyunjin turns around, walking to the sofa and sitting, supporting his elbows on his thighs while he covers his face.

“I'm not drunk, I ran out of booze a few hours ago and just couldn't get myself to go buy more”, he sighs, “I have no energy”

You feel that pain in your chest, you never wanted to see him suffering like this.

“Look, you have today to cry and tomorrow you're gonna forget about her, okay?”, you groan, the last thing you want is to comfort the guy you like because someone else broke his heart. “You have me, you’re gonna be fine” You walk to him, sitting by his side and patting his back. Hyunjin sighs, nodding begrudgingly.

“Thank you for coming”, he says, leaning down and putting his head on your shoulder. “I know it's late”

“Don’t worry about it”, you assure him, “I'm always here for you”

Hyunjin nods, looking up at you before you glance down at him, his dark eyes watching you like he can see right through you, all your emotions. Suddenly the atmosphere becomes strange, you both fall into silence and you feel something deep inside you, something you don't think you have ever felt before as he glances to your mouth and then your lips are on his.

For a few seconds you can't fully understand what's happening, are you two really kissing? And is he reciprocating? Hyunjin’s lips are just like you thought it would be, soft and sweet. Are you a horrible person for doing this when he just broke up with his girlfriend? His hands move to cup your face, deepening the kiss but yours go straight to his chest, pushing him away.

“We shouldn't do this”, you shake your head, trying to get back to your senses. “This isn't right”

Hyunjin scowls.

“It's fine, I want it”, he tries kissing you again but you stop him again.

“You were drinking earlier, you are not thinking straight”, you try keeping your cool.

“I'm sober now”, he insists, “please, y/n”, he pleads, making your heart melt.

It's not like you don't want to have him, you really do.

“You won't regret it later?” You ask, biting on your bottom lip and when he shakes his head, you turn off the side of your brain that makes good decisions, kissing him again.

You grab his face, deepening the kiss, delighting yourself on his plump lips. His long hair falls around your fingers, tickling your skin and the brush of his tongue on yours makes you sigh. Hyunjin bites on your bottom lip, pulling it lightly while his hands slide down to your hips, pressing his fingers with such force you think it might cause a bruise.

He kisses you again, hungrily, leaning over and making you fall back on the sofa as he hovers over your body. You feel tiny beneath him, like he holds all the power in the world and you’re just there ready to make all his wishes come true.

As he trails kisses down your neck, you sigh and slide your hands to the hem of his shirt, pulling it off of him and throwing it somewhere in the room. You kiss him again, eagerly, not capable of staying away for too long as his hands slide down your shirt grabbing at your breasts, making you let out a moan. Your hands go down his abs, sliding inside his pants, pressing your fingers around his hard cock. You start massaging it up and down and Hyunjin bites on your bottom lip, pulling it slightly just enough for you to feel a slight pain.

He slips his hand down your bra, kneading at your breasts and pinching on your nipples.

“Fuck”, you murmur, not able to hold up anymore as you pull your on shirt off to give him the view of your chest that's bare in a few seconds since you work fast to undo your bra.

He watches you for a moment, mesmerized by your beauty. You feel your cheeks grow hot, trying to cover yourself but he blocks your movements, holding your arms above your head. Hyunjin kisses your neck, leaving a trail of bites that are going to cause you to use turtlenecks for a while but you are not complaining, he trails down your collarbone till your breasts so he can suck on your nipples, rubbing his hard cock against your tight while he enjoys his time at your chest.

You can't hold yourself back anymore, so you put your hands on his chest, pushing him away enough for him to sit down. You throw one leg over him, sitting on his lap, brushing your core against his hard cock, moaning to the delicious pressure. You kiss him again, rubbing yourself against him a few times, his hands go straight to your hip forcing you down.

You pull away when you can't breathe anymore, trailing kisses down his jaw and neck, giving him a bite right on top of his collarbone, not stopping until he hisses.

“You're going to leave a mark”, he groans, opening his eyes that were shut in pleasure, just to look at you, seeing the smirk you have on your lips.

“That's the point”, you say, finally detaching your lips from his skin, enjoying the view of it turning purple.

You get down from his lap, getting on your knees in between his legs, pulling his pants and underwear down to find his painfully hard cock, glistening with precum. You grab the base of his cock, pumping it a few times before you get close enough to lick the head, circling it with your tongue, listening to him moan while he grabs the sofa, knuckles turning with the strength he's using.

You hold one of his hands with yours bringing it to your head and letting it rest on your hair, as you look at him sharply, sucking up and down on his cock even more eagerly.

“Fuck”, he grabs a handful of your hair, pressing your head further down his cock, the head reaching the back of your throat, making tears escape your eyes. “You look so pretty gagging around me”, he murmurs, throwing his head back, groaning to the intense feeling of the orgasm approaching.

You feel his grip tighten on your hair and he cums a few seconds later, letting go of your hair and breathing heavily, trying to recompose himself. You stare at him from the floor, not sure if he's going to want to keep going, but he soon looks back at you stretching himself to the side of the sofa till he reaches the drawer in the rack, pulling a condom out of there.

“Do you want to-”, he begins to say.

“Yes”, you nod frantically not even letting him finish.

“Good”, he smiles, tearing the package and putting on the condom, his cock hardening again. “It's pretty difficult not to get hard again seeing you fucked out like that for me”, he teases. Your hair is disheveled, your lips are swollen and there are tears marks down your cheeks.

You smile sheepishly watching as Hyunjin offers you his hand, pulling you down to sit back on his lap. You grab his cock, teasing your entrance lightly, closing your eyes to the feeling. When you sink down you swear you can see stars, his cock is just perfect, the stretch feels so good you can't even begin to describe it. He's reaching places you didn't even know you wanted to be reached, the way he grabs your hips, pushing you down on him while he makes you grind makes the sensation a thousand times better. You can already barely breath when he kisses you again, bringing a hand to your hair and pulling it while he bites on your lips, you can feel him thrusting into you, faltering movements showing that he's almost reaching his second orgasm. He trails kisses down your neck, kissing the hill between your breasts and licking on your right nipple while he curses under his breath.

“I'm gonna cum”, he announces, detaching his mouth from your chest, glancing at you just to see you nod, murmuring ‘me too, I'm almost there’ over and over until a loud moan escapes your lips. Your legs tremble and you hug Hyunjin looking for some kind of support, he wraps his arms around you, fucking into you while he cums too.

You don't have any strength left to get up when you come down from your high, resting your head on his shoulder. Hyunjin gently picks you up, holding your legs around his hips while he carries you to his room, laying you down on his bed. He murmurs something but you're too groggy to understand him, falling into a deep slumber as soon as you feel his lips meeting your forehead.

It's already afternoon when you wake up, there's no one by your side though and you feel the pain of regret beginning to find its way to your chest. You could ignore it, you really could, if it wasn't for Hyunjin’s voice coming from outside the room. You dress up fast, walking to the door to hear what he's talking about and then you realize he's not alone.

“Do you have any idea of how much you hurt me?” You hear his voice.

“I'm sorry”, you hear Jisoo’s voice, “I know I went overboard this time but I wasn't thinking clearly”

You feel your stomach sinking in, your heart starts beating on your ears but you make a huge effort to keep listening to them.

“What do you want me to do about it now?” He asks, sighing.

“Let's get back together”, she suggests, “we can pretend we never even broke up in the first place”

You want to believe with all you have in you that he's gonna deny her, that he's going to think about you and tell her he's not interested anymore.

“Fine”, he says, “but I'll need some time to think”

You wish you could say you're surprised with his answer but you're not, it's not even sad, it's just pathetic. You really thought that he would really look at you this time, didn't you? That he would fall in love with you after one night together? That's embarrassing to say the least.

You scoff to yourself, walking around the room and collecting your things, you want to get the hell out of there and disappear from this world.

You hear the front door being closed and you know Hyunjin is gonna show up at any time now.

You're already ready to go when he opens the door, stopping on his tracks to look at you.

“I didn't know you were awake”, he says, sheepishly.

“I am”, you say walking past him in the direction of the front door.

“Y/N, about yesterday-”, he starts saying but is interrupted by you spinning around to look at him, trying to contain the tears that are threatening to escape your eyes.

“You're a fucking asshole”, you tell him, making him scowl.

“I- look, you don't understand”, he tries but you laugh, scoffing at him.

“What don't I understand? That you fucked me one night and went back to your girlfriend the next morning?”

“I wasn't on my right mind yesterday”

“Fuck you”, you feel your face hot with anger, “you said you wouldn't regret it”, you cry out as you run your hands through your hair, “I guess that's on me for really believing you”

“Let's not let this ruin our friendship okay? We can take some time apart to clear our heads but we are still best friends, y/n”

“We can't be friends”, you inform him, “I have known that for a long time now but I liked to pretend”, you sigh, waiting for him to say something, anything that could make you stay, but Hyunjin just stares at you in shock and watches as you leave him.

Bang Chan (Stray Kids) Fics Recommendations

* - recently updated || 27 Mar 2024

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Jadie, are you taking Stray Kids Requests now?! Omg. OMG. Can we please have reader and Chan being super soft after a fight? I feel like he’s kind of intimidating (not on purpose) when he’s annoyed but then so sweet to make up for it 😍

aaaah my first foray into skz writing 🤪 sorry to this man for being introduced mid-fight lmao.

established relationship au, precursory angst and a marshmallow ending

Fuck.

Bang Chan knew it the second he raised his voice that he shouldn’t have. He never did — ever — and the reason for that was buried in the bewildered look in your eyes. Even more jarring than his sudden outburst was the speed at which your surprise began to drown in half-formed tears.

Your rapid blinking had barely kept the tide at bay.

Chan’s friends had told him before that he often looked angrier than he felt. Knowing this, he did his best to manage the optics; to keep you from interpreting his frustration as something more intense. He’d been successful at it for years — until he wasn’t.

There may have, at one point, been a reason for his becoming upset — but he’d already forgotten what that was. Whatever it might have been, it sure as shit wasn’t worth the way you’d looked at him.

Just as soon as he started, he’d cut himself off mid-sentence and reached out for you like he always did. This time, you didn’t reach back. Instead, you’d recoiled like his arm was a snake primed to bite. When you promptly turned and walked away, you’d left him standing alone with his outstretched hand still in the air.

Fuck.

Chan had spent the subsequent twenty minutes pacing with the excess of his sweatshirt sleeves balled up in his fists.

His gut instinct had been to follow you out of his office, to not let you walk away angry — he fought it. You were more than entitled to space after being spoken to in that tone. So, that’s what he gave you — until he couldn’t stop himself from trying to make it right.

When Chan entered the bedroom, you were sitting cross-legged on your side of the bed with your back to the door. You didn’t acknowledge his presence when he crossed over to you, or when he slipped into the space behind you on the mattress. Radio silence, save for your barely-audible sniffling.

Shit.

“Baby,” Chan called out to you softly.

No response.

Shit.

He scooted closer, slowly, as if he’d spook you otherwise. You didn’t move away — a good sign — so he reached out and let his thumb graze gently over the exposed skin of your forearm. There was the tiniest shift in your posture; a microscopic slump of your shoulders. An ounce of tension dissipated.

Progress.

Chan repeated himself, “Baby?”

Then he punctuated his plea by placing a soft, experimental kiss on your shoulder. You sniffled, relaxed the tiniest bit more.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to shout at you, but I did and you didn’t deserve it.”

You let out a quiet, shaky exhale as if you were about to speak, but you said nothing. You did, however, accept his arms as they wrapped around you. Even better, you leaned back into his chest as he guided you into the space between his legs.

Chan kissed the top of your head and hoped you felt how much he loved you. In the event that you didn’t, he said as much, holding you even tighter: “You are my favorite part of every day. I’m sorry that I’ve done such a shit job of expressing that. I love you, completely.”

You remained quiet for a few moments. In that time, your closeness was enough for him; you didn’t owe him one goddamn thing. But you breathed in deep enough for him to feel it too, and then you said it:

“I love you completely, too… dingus.”

Stunned silence immediately gave way to breathless laughter. And when his mirth got too heavy to shoulder, you joined him in crashing sideways and smiling into the pillows.

A dingus and the best girl.

In which you realize you don't have to be perfect around Seungmin.

Hurt/comfort. (wrote this while listening to fine line so i do recommend listening to it hehe)

"I bought snacks for our movie night!" Seungmin excitedly announces, strutting inside your room with a grin on his face.

You snap your head towards him, guilt already cursing through your veins. "Was it tonight?"

"Yeah, did you forget?" he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"No, no. Um... I just- I need to finish this essay first and..." your eyes rack frantically through your desk- everything looks so disorganized to you right now. "And I... I didn't wash the dishes from yesterday," you scratch your hand uncomfortably, suddenly recalling everything you are behind in. "And I promised I'll make you cookies, didn't I?" you ask, growing more agitated with each word.

You abruptly stand up, dropping your pen and darting towards the kitchen. Your hands are shaking as you rapidly grab a bowl from the sink to start washing it. But you can't hold it still and it falls to the ground, the loud thud echoing through your home.

You are behind on everything- your work, your cleaning, your promises.

"Yn?" Seungmin calls out your name cautiously but you don't answer him, too lost in your own thoughts. When did you let things go this much? You forgot your date with Seungmin, but you weren't one to forget. You're the one who remembers every single detail, making sure that everything runs smoothly.

But the stress of finals has taken a toll on you. It was hard to catch your breath when you felt like you were crumbling down under the weight of your self-deprecating thoughts.

And you don't want Seungmin to see you this way- anything short of perfect. He'd criticize you too, right? Like everyone before him did.

"Baby, breathe," he places his hand gently on your shoulder and you freeze in your place. Your hands are tightly clutching the countertop, and you don't dare to turn around and face him.

"I'm okay," you reply, willing your voice to be strong.

"Are you really ?" he asks you softly and you look up at the ceiling in a useless attempt to stop your tears from falling.

Seungmin didn't need you to talk. He simply glances at your tense shoulders and your foot that's furiously tapping the floor, and he knows. He has his answer.

Your back is still facing him, so he slowly wraps his arms around you from behind. His chin resting gently on top of your shoulder.

"I'm sorry I'm not perfect," you finally whisper after a few beats of silence.

"Who says I want perfect?"

"I just... Everything went wrong and I... I feel as if I let you down," you admit quietly and you expect Seungmin to let you go and turn away. But he doesn't, instead he tightens his hold on you and you almost can't believe it. He's staying.

"You didn't let me down. You are only human, I don't expect you to be put together all the time. Imagine how boring that would be," he adds with a chuckle and you smile despite yourself, your hand slowly raising up to rest on top of his.

"We'll wash the dishes together. And we'll bake the cookies together. But you'll work on your essay alone because why did you choose such a hard major," he jokes and you swat his hand playfully in reply.

"But I'm here," he turns you around, his eyes finally locking with yours. "We pick each other up when the other is down."

Seungmin gently wipes your tears away, before leaning in to place a soft kiss on your forehead. His lips linger in there for a couple more seconds than necessary, and you almost cry from the relief that's flooding your being. He stayed.

"You don't have to pretend around me. If you are feeling overwhelmed, just tell me, okay?"

"Okay," you smile at him and he nods, satisfied.

"Now..." Seungmin smiles mischievously at you and you know there is a twisted plan brewing in his head. Your suspicions are confirmed when he suddenly bends down and picks you up. He runs towards the living room where he throws you on the couch, and then he's on top of you, tickling you until you can't breathe anymore.

"How dare you forget about our movie night! I should be your one and only priority!"

"I'm sorry!" you yell through your giggles, but Seungmin doesn't yield. He keeps on tickling you until your cheeks ache from how hard you are laughing, and you're slowly starting to forget what made you so upset in the first place.

Truth is, Seungmin didn't mind that you forgot about your date. He just needed you to laugh again.